Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Faust,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.